Deity

Little Talks

"Steve, sweetheart. We need to have our talk now." Kayla looked at Steve who had just finished getting dressed after showering. He had gone for a run after he woke up.

"Yeah, okay." Steve nodded, tugging his socks into place while being grateful they had no holes. He hadn't minded patching his socks but sometimes new clothing felt amazing.

"Bucky is here... but you can't see him yet. He's had some stuff happen to him. And it's left him traumatized. But he isn't ready to see you." Kayla jumped right in. "He's asked that you wait until he comes to you."

"He doesn't wanna see me?" Steve looked so disappointed and she hurriedly hugged him close. It hurt a bit to hear her say that.

"Time doesn't work the same here, Stevie. To him, 30 years have passed and that's a lot to have happen. There's been some really bad things that happened to him." Kayla kissed the top of his head, standing bent over while he was sitting. He buried his face against her chest as she leaned over him.

"30 years?" Steve's voice was small. He hadn't quite realized how long he had been gone.

"I forget that the Earth Realm's time is different. And that 30 years is a big deal to mortals." Kayla muttered.

"You never did explain why you're different. Why do you call me your human? Aren't you human?" Steve questioned.

"Well... simply put... I'm a goddess. Turns out the Greeks and Romans pre-Christianity had it right. We do exist. And we do visit the humans from time to time. Well, I don't for the most part. Interacting with you is the most I've really spent with a human in over two hundred years." Kayla explained and Steve looked lost. "But anyways, that's how I do what I do. And I call you my human because my mortal makes me sound like a vampire."

Steve just stared at her for a bit, processing and then rubbed his face. Evil Nazis with red skulls he could handle but this is next level weird. He opened his mouth to ask something and then closed it, unsure of how to phrase it.

"You're worried about what will happen when we leave here. If we leave here. That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about." Kayla rubbed his shoulder. "I wanted to make you into a god. Because you're already almost immortal. Your cells are kept in peak condition and thus there is no reason for them to reproduce, thus no reason to age. The only way you'd die is if someone like cut off your head. Wow that was morbid. My bad."

Steve dragged her into his lap, covering her mouth with his to stop the word vomit. His usually quick thinking processes felt sluggish, trying to process the new information and make sense of it. He wasn't ashamed of using his mouth as a distraction, cupping the back of her head and slowly deepened their kiss. He felt very forward about just grabbing her like that but it had felt natural and now he knew why. To their brains it felt like they had known each other for almost 40 years.

Steve held her around the waist with one hand and kept his other on the back of her head, their eyes closed as they kissed. He pulled back after a moment, nuzzling his nose against her cheek and slowly opening his eyes. He smiled at her, watching her eyes light up.

"I need to think about it. I don't want to leave Bucky behind." Steve cupped the side of her neck in his hand and felt her pulse thrumming like a bird against his fingers.

"You won't have to." She promised. "I want to take care of him. He needs us."

"Yeah, he does." Steve agreed. "We'll take care of him."

"He's gonna need you a lot too. He wants to remember. Do you remember how I helped you to get your memories back?" Kayla prompted, leaning into Steve's chest.

"You went into my mindscape and got the other parts of me to come out to talk to me." Steve reminisced.

"That's what I did for him. Little Bucky wants to see you so bad. He wants to get better so he can see Stevie. And I'm pretty sure the other parts want to too." Kayla kissed his chin. "So we gotta help him when he comes to us."

"I will." Steve had that determined (some say stubborn) jut to his jaw, signifying his intent to help his friend as much as possible.

"You're so good, Stevie. Your heart is so big." Kayla couldn't help but press a kiss over his heart through his shirt and could tell he was blushing at the intimate gesture. "Bucky and I are lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you both." Steve held her tightly. "We can do this. We can fix Bucky."

He sounded so sure of himself and it thrilled Kayla to hear the determination. Her human was very special and very good in every essence.